Foiled...

Yesterday we biked downtown via the foreshore, and found that the annual tide had claimed about 50 feet of trail.  I knew we were in for it when I could see ahead of us a few ducks swimming on the trail.  About three inches of water and a few tiny fish, we rode through carefully (no front fender) and survived the trip with dry sneakers. We're still three weeks away from high water, so I think I'll have to change my route to work next week. Back to the up and down of Salmon Arm hoping that motorists are respectful and kind. Arg. I'll miss the birds, the tiny pink flowers, the sound of the waves, the smell of the wild roses, the beaver, the fuzzy ducklings, the stationary turtle and the herons taking off.  It will all be different when I return in late July.